Felt like a dream, maybe it was?

I remember that night,

we went for a walk,

after dinner,

where we finally weren't awkward,

where it felt                 real-

We held each other tight,

like we would never get another night,

you kissed me,

it was pouring,

our shoes soaking through,

ignoring the discomfort because your presence made up for it.

We ended up hiding out in the parks dug out to avoid the rain,

I can feel what it was like when you hugged me,

your hands cold,

under my hoodie,

sliding across my back,

We stayed like that for a long time.

At some point we sat down,

I laid my head in your lap,

you kissed me,

I can still see your smile,

happy and gentle.

Eventually heat rose to my cheeks,

and my back was against a wall,

your lips gentle,

but wanting,

that's when it really started pouring,

my heart was         souring-

Our walk back to the car was a dream,

do you remember when you mumbled under your breath that you loved me?

I do.

I told you it was to early,

that we should wait to say it,

I was    dying to tell you-

but I didn't,

I waited,

I guess it was for the best,

since you left,

I understand now,

why that night felt to good to be true,

because it was-